Chords for 2. Eminem - Low,Down,Dirty (Lyrics)

_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down in the city.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like [Gb] me, smack him.
Maxim with [Bb] a puff, get his damn [Gb] rap on.
[Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Bb]
Down in our city.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like [Gb] me, smack him.
Maxim with [Bb] a puff, get his damn rap on.
Warning, [Eb] shit gonna be raided or [Gb] it's sneaky.
You see this [Bb] bullet hole in my neck?
It's self-injected.
Doctor [Eb] slapped my mama.
Bitch, you got [Gb] a sick kid.
[Bb] Arrested, molested myself and got convicted.
Wearing [Eb] visors, sunglasses and [Gb] disguises.
Cause my state [Bb] personality is having an identity crisis.
I'm [Ebm] doctored and misrejectful, [F] disrespectful.
[Bb] Hearing voices in my head while they say,
Sister Deco, murder, [B] murder, red zone.
[Gb] Bullseyes of a prank [Bb] bro.
Which drug would I end up dead from?
[Eb] Ameliorated, till my stress is [Gb] alleviated.
I went [Bb] to park and Eminem and Shady and M'lady.
[Eb] Illegitimate shit [Gb] spitter.
Bitch get [Bb] up.
Hit in the bush like Congo hitter.
Jumped [Eb] out.
Took a bitch [Gb] and hit her.
Used to let the [Bb] baby sit her.
Suck my dick when I was niggler.
Smoke a [Ebm] blunt while I'm sitting fucking back [Gb] niggler.
Sniper, [Bb] hitting on your roof like the niggler.
Y'all thought I [Eb] was gonna rhyme with Riddler.
[Gb] Bring your bitch.
[C] Wanna see if this dick'll fiddler.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down and [Gb] I'm shifty.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like [Gb] me, smack him.
Smack him with [Eb] a fork and he get his damn raps from.
_ _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down and I'm shifty.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like [Gb] me, smack him.
Smack him with [Bb] a fork and he get his damn raps from.
I lay spoons [Eb] throughout this world like [Gb] space moon.
With a bunch of crazy moons.
Persistent brains like age moon.
Nothing [Eb] but idiots and misfits.
[B] Bullshit.
Doing [Bb] whippets.
Passed out like Saturn wickets.
Where's the weed?
[Eb] I'm gonna tamper with it.
I'm [Gb] gonna make your grandpa hit it.
[Bb] Mix it up with cocaine so he can't forget it.
Fuck [Eb] it, maybe I'm a bum.
[Gb] But I was put on this earth to make [Bb] your wimpy mama cum.
So I'm on this way beyond [Eb] the bum.
And ain't out for all the [Gb] good wits.
Losing all of [Bb] my old grits.
Went up inside the bitch, national paint broken.
[Eb] Bitch, walking by [B] your ass and causing wreckage.
[Bb] Smoked out like Eckwitz.
And just making my neck [Eb] itch.
What the fuck?
Give me [Gb] the dick, bitch.
You just lost your [Bb] tit.
There's a few in here in my breakfast.
Got shit [Eb] popping off like bottle caps.
[Gb] Keep your cat [Bbm] peeled.
I'm on your dead skin off your mama's chat lips.
[Eb] Slap this.
Support domestic [Gb] violence.
Beat your [Bb] bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence.
I'm just dope.
[Eb] The dirty dozen really [B] got smoky.
They called [Bbm] your six miss when they brought you when it was broken.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down and [Gb] I'm sifty.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like [Gb] B.C. Nightgum,
then ask him where [Bb] the fuck did he get his damn rap from.
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] I'm low down and I'm sifty.
And if [Eb] you hear a man that sounds like B [Gb].C. Nightgum,
then ask him where the [Bb] fuck did he get his damn rap from.
My head's ringing [Eb] like it was Spiders' Nest [B] in England.
Fencing like [Gb] Green Day did when they shitted on New England.
I'm out the game, [Eb] hit the second string and
[Gbm] Granny got me swinging.
[Bb] Round the back and forth like a penguin.
The late wind.
[Eb] Check your microphones with drums [Gb] and endless.
Make your mama [Bb] be like, ooh, this is good.
Who sings this?
Slim Shady.
[Gb] This tape is dope.
I love it.
[Bbm] It's rugged.
But you need to quit talking all that good shit.
It was [Eb] predicted by a medic.
I [Gbm] came to be an addicted diabetic.
[Bb] Living on liquid trigenetic.
Prophetic.
[Eb] But now I don't think this headache's ever [Gb] gonna end.
Panicking.
[Bb] Think I might've just put too much antican.
Frozen man [Eb] again.
Posing stiffer than a [Gb] statue.
I think I'm [Bb] dying.
God, is that you?
Somebody help [Eb] me.
Before I OD on [Gb] an LP.
Take me to ER ASAP for an EV.
[Eb] Motherfuckers AOB.
They don't support no [Gb] whoop-hop.
They said it's where it [Bb] ends.
The closest they go come is Peacock.
I'm not the pot of tape.
[Eb] It's on a fake set of [Gb] these white blue collar hits.
[Bb] Just to make a dollar more for pop music with a subliminal [Eb] on the tricks.
[Gb] But don't [Bb] you kiss that and swallow dicks.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down and I'm sifting.
And if you [Eb] hear a man that sounds like me, [Gb] snap him.
Fax him where the [Bb] fuck did he get his damn rap from.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ [Bb] I'm low down and I'm sifting.
And if you [Eb] hear a man that sounds like me, [Gb] snap him.
Fax him where the [Bb] fuck did he get his damn rap from.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Gb] _ _ [Bb] _